THE THREE ALPHA KINGS WANTS ME

Hayley’s pov. “I promise to make you the most powerful and comfortable omega in the blue clan pack, Hayley!” Jeff's voice resonated in my head as I sat down on the bed in my hotel room. Turning to my left, I couldn't help but find my flower laying on the bed. It was my wedding day with Jeff, my lover and best friend. He wasn't the best, according to others, but I strongly believe that he loved me, and there was nothing that would separate us. I didn't get to know my true mate, but Jeff made it possible for me to be happy, and his acceptance to marry me made me so glad. With a chuckle leaving my lips, I stood to my feet, grabbing the flower from the bed. I walked over to the mirror in the room, smiling before it. I felt nothing but joy coursing through my veins. “I can't believe it's about to happen! I'm about to get married to Jeff!” I muttered beneath my breath before the churning bells brought me out of a trance. “It's time!” I said it with swiftness as I turned on my heels. Just as I was about to leave the room, I sighted the cup of water my adopted sister dropped right on my nightstand. I felt thirsty, so I didn't hesitate to drink the water. I was done soon and was ready to run out, but a sudden knock at the door caught my attention. “Is that Jeff? Has he come to get me from the room himself? That should be Camilla's job, not his.” I chuckled, happy that he cared for me that much. Without wasting much time, I walked over to the door, ready to welcome Jeff into my room, but the second I opened the door, I wasn't met with Jeff; I was met with a hefty, scary-looking man before me. He was putting on a mask to cover his face. “Who are you?” I asked as my smiling face turned into a frown. He didn't say a word to me, and it made the situation more awkward. “I'm sorry, but you are in the wrong room!” I declared and was going to close the door, but out of the blue, he placed his hand on the door, holding it open. “I'm sure I'm in the right room!” He uttered it with a deep voice, which instantly sent shivers running down my spine. “What do you...” before I could utter it, still trying to close the door, the scary-looking man rushed into my room, his eyes intently fixed on me. “Leave my room! You have no right to be here!” I said with fear as I walked backwards, trying to avoid him from getting to me. “I do!” The second he uttered his lady words, he snatched my neck and threw me to the bed. “No! Please don't hurt me!” I begged as I tried crawling out of bed. My gown made it difficult for me to do so at this point too. Before I could get to the other end of the bed, he grabbed my legs, pulled me to himself, and pinned me forcefully to the bed. “Let me go! Let me go!” I yelled at the top of my voice as I struggled to get out of his grip. He wasn't in my room with good intentions. “Let you go? Never! Not when I haven't had a taste of you! I paid in full to have you, and I must get a taste of those beauties down there!” He snarled as he bounced on top of me. He held my arms, and my legs were held between his legs. He wasn't willing to stop. He was going to r**e me. Seeing that I was in danger on my wedding day, I had to do what was right. There was no way I was going to let myself get r***d on my wedding day. With urgency coursing through my veins, I turned to my nightstand, and without hesitation, I grabbed the bottle that was on it and smashed it on his head out of defense. “Get off me!” I yelled as the bottle scattered over his head. “You bloody slut!” he groaned as he fell off of me. I didn't waste any more time staying in the room. Just a second delay could cost me my dignity. I swiftly lifted my gown from my hand, and with tears in my eyes, I ran out of the room, heading for one place: Jeff's room. As I ran down the lonely hallway leading to Jeff's room, which was about six rooms away from mine, I suddenly felt dizzy and hot. I reached for the nearby walk, trying to keep myself from collapsing to the floor. “What's happening? I can't stop now!” I shook my head, trying to shake off the dizziness in my eyes. Panting, I turned backwards to see if the man was coming. I couldn't see a single thing, meaning I still had to be safe. I picked my race again, and after a few seconds, I found myself before Jeff's room. Without delay, I reached for his door handle, ready to open it, but then the next voice I heard halted me right in my tracks. “Are you sure you've got this all planned out, Jeff?” Camilla's voice rang out, making me tilt my head to the left, wondering what she was doing in Jeff's room. Last time I checked, she never liked Jeff; she'd always advised me not to get married to him, but now I was perplexed more than ever. “Trust me, Camilla... Once she is r***d by him, I'm sure she'll have no other excuse to give me. Everyone will think she has been cheating on me and will call her a slut, which she is.” Jeff declared, making my brows crease. At this point, I wanted to push the door open and rush into the room, but Camilla wouldn't just stop. “I can't believe she thought you'd actually marry her today! Thank goodness, I drugged her water... At least she won't be able to get away from the man we sent to her as a pre-wedding gift. She'll be so hot and horny, and can't resist!” She stated that my eyes were blinking countless times as tears had begun to trickle down my eyes. It explained it all: the dizziness, the scary man in my room right before my wedding day, Camilla's advice for me to break up with Jeff—this was it; they were in love. or they were mates, and I never knew. “I've been so f*****g stupid!” I muttered beneath my breath at this point. “Don't worry, Camilla... Hayley won't know what hit her. She's going to sign the ownership contract, handing over her father's company to me and important assets too, and she'll think it's just our marriage certificate!” he uttered mischievously, making me gasp and placing my hand on my mouth immediately. “I can't wait, baby!" Camilla concluded as I began to hear soft moans from the room. I wasn't just heartbroken; I felt so foolish. At this moment, I wasn't sure of my next move. Was I to barge in on them and let them know I knew their plans, or was I expected to marry Jeff that way? “No! No!” I sniffled as I took three steps backward, my eyes filled with tears. “I can't let them have their way... I can't be the one to bring shame to my family! No!” I asserted as my hands dropped limply to my sides. With my fist tightening, I immediately turned on my heels and ran out of the hotel, not minding anymore if everyone would be disappointed. I just couldn't be a fool forever. Not when Camilla was in this too. I was going to cross over to the other side of the highway, my sight blurry with sweat trickling down my face. The drugs I took had begun to have strong effects on me. Just as I took three steps onto the highway, I was pulled into shock by the blaring sound of an oncoming car, which made me fall to the ground immediately. The car swiftly stopped seeing me on the ground, and immediately, the door opened. “Hey, are you okay?” A deep voice asked as it came closer. It was definitely a man, an important factor. The second his hand touched mine as he worried about me, I couldn't help but feel an intense pull in my veins. It wasn't just any feeling; it was the mate-bond pull. “Speak to me!” He urged, his voice tinged with concern. I tried to look at his face, but I couldn't get a clearer view. All I wanted was to get laid. “Is he my mate?” I pondered inwardly as I relished the scent that wafted through my nose.